Sep 24, 2008


GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.

Our pasture at evening with the donkeys.


  1. Wonderful blog Jan....Beautiful! I have added you to my links with grand pleasure! Pam

  2. I love the picture of your donkeys. What a peaceful, beautiful site. - Deb

  3. Oh, Jan, where did I miss hearing you started a blog? Of course, your graphics are just wonderful, and I'll be sure to add you to my links!

    What a touching post....


  4. Thanks to all of you for the kind words. I'm honored to link to all of you.